Every now and then I catch a glimpse of a very handsome dragon. I think he lives in a house that looks just like our house, but he must be in a cage. When I try to walk up to him, some sort of invisible barrier stops me. And he can’t seem to walk up to me either. We mimic each other. I move one way and so does he. Weird.

There is a great big Pterodactyl in my house! I want to eat it! And I will.

Mommy said it is a dragonfly and she is trying to get it to go outside.

I know for a fact that it is not a dragonfly. I am a dragon and I can’t fly. If any dragon in the whole wide world could fly it would be me because I am extraordinary and I work very hard at doing everything. I tried to fly about a year ago and I had to go to the Exotic Animal Hospital in Tempe, AZ not once but twice. That is why I have a hard time with one of my legs. So dragons not only don’t fly, but we don’t even have wings.

I looked in Google to make sure I identified this tasty (I hope) creature. I typed in flying, long thin body, very long wings and delicious. It came up with Pterodactyl, so that is what it is.

We need to catch it right away before I become friends with it. I can’t eat my friends. It has been living in our dining room ceiling fan for almost 2 days. I stay really still and it comes out of the ceiling fan and start flying around, but I can’t seem to get near it. If nothing else – it is 93% fascinating and 7% annoying.

Trying to catch this Pterodactyl requires more patience than I thought. It better be delicious.

We have to move downstairs because it is getting too hot upstairs. Stevie had to stay in his portable cage for almost an hour before we got his set up done. Stevie is going to sleep downstairs tonight but I have to sleep upstairs because Mommy hasn’t ‘Bob-proofed’ the downstairs yet. I hope Stevie likes it downstairs. I’ll ask him tomorrow.